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Topic: Christmas Cooking/Baking (not recipes) (10/16/08)
TITLE: Little Gems
By Pamela Kliewer
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I remember the anticipation I felt as a child when my mom would stir this dough up and put it in the refrigerator to get stiff enough to roll, and let the flavors meld. I’m sure I would bug her for days as to when it was time to roll the dough!
The day would finally come when she would call us four children into the kitchen to roll and cut the dough. Flour was sprinkled on cutting boards, knives were brought out and the fun began. We were making Pfferneuse, Peppernuts, or as we called them, Pepanate (Pay-puh-nate).
Laughter filled the walls of our warm kitchen, while outside, snow might be falling. Flour was everywhere – on our faces, our hands, all over the table. Soon, we had a pan full and as they baked my mouth would begin to water, as I looked forward to the first one of the season. We didn’t make them every Christmas, but oh the joy when we did. I always liked my mom’s the best, because they were crunchy and sometimes hard, just like my maternal Grandma made them. The soft ones just weren’t pepanate to me – although, that’s what my dad grew up with and he loved them.
This is one tradition I have carried on in our small family – my husband likes them without anise, as his mom made them without. My twenty-two-year-old daughter just asked me, moments ago, if I was going to make them again this year. It’s something she has enjoyed doing from the time she was a little girl.
The warmth of this tradition brings a special joy to my heart as I remember my paternal and maternal grandmothers who have gone on before me. I wonder what it was like in their kitchens, when they were carrying on this tradition. Were their children just as excited as I was, when I was a small girl, and as my daughter was, and still is, at the thought of making these delicious little treats?
Christmas Baking traditions – ushering in the holiday – joining the hearts of generations, making me aware of more than recipes passed down from mother to daughter, and so on. I am made aware of the love that has lived in hearts and homes. Laughter still resounds through the annals of time as I picture in my mind’s eye the little hands that have, across the years, shaped the dough that has been mixed by larger hands. Hands that have held, disciplined, and nurtured… taking care of family needs and bringing in the fun of Christmas baking – causing smiles to light faces and eyes to dance with joy.
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